I am Lazarus come from the dead,

I am Ozymandias king of kings,

Within the kingdom that is my head,

I can be so many powerful things.

I can be and am every Superman and God,

While I sleep deep in my bed,

And dram of my kingdom where only I trod,

Free to chose my own path until I am dead.

But beyond my world in far distant lands,

I can have no hold on my fable,

And I cannot think nor understand,

And I am not strong nor able.

Instead of choosing a path I can only stare,

As the sliding sands do run thing,

And my once mighty kingdom falls to despair,

My power crumbles and I am no king